Weather The Storm

Monday, August 8, 2016

I can’t believe that it’s August already. Where did this year go? So far, 2016 has been quite a slow ride in terms of personal growth but as my birthday approaches I’m starting to reminisce and contemplate more on what’s to come.

Without a fail, it has rained every year on the day of my birthday for the past 22 years with or without a weather forecast. Bummer, you might be thinking, but I’ve come to terms with this.

The rain brings back quite a few fond childhood memories actually, like the ones where I would run out to bathe in it with my sister, when we were little, back in Vietnam. According to my parents, it was terrible when I was born. We had a huge hurricane and the months following my birth was extremely difficult since they weren’t able to do business and provide for me. On top of that, I was always severely sick. But speaking of August birthdays, is anyone else a Leo? I don’t really fall for horoscope readings or superstitions but it’s scary how accurate a Leo description is about me.

Figuratively speaking, I’ve been weathering the storm all my life. So when a couple friends and I were stranded on the Brooklyn Bridge in the midst of a summer shower, I cheered them up and we pranced around without a care.